Lyrics

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur Of what is known as (Parklife) And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through what is known as (Parklife) John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated By the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of him (Parklife) Who's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your parklife mate, get some exercise All the people So many people They all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife Know what I mean? I get up when I want except on Wednesdays When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen (Parklife) I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea And I think about leaving the house (Parklife) I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too It gives me a sense of enormous well-being (Parklife) And then I'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge There will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it All the people So many people And they all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife Parklife (Parklife) Parklife (Parklife) It's got nothing to do with Vorsprung durch technique you know (Parklife) And it's not about you joggers Who go round and round and round (Parklife) All the people So many people And they all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife All the people So many people And they all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Graham Leslie Coxon, Alexander James Steven, Alexander Rowntree David Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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